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simp999 · 1 year

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Bloopers/Notes from "A New Home!"

☆I don't have anything too silly until ch. 15 :(

Ch. 1, Where am I?:

☆I started this fic at like, 2 am, just on complete impulse. Everything here just summoned itself from my 2 am brainrot.

☆I didn't really chat this chapter out with any friends, so nothing too silly.

Ch. 2, Meeting New People?:

☆I was planning on making reader more of a Simp, but I talked to my friends and we decided against it, since it would be difficult for reader to get along with characters more genuinely.

☆At the end of the chapter, "If I go to sleep here, will I wake back up in the real world?...", I was thinking of just posting chapter 3 where it said: You wake up, story over. The end.

Ch. 3, We are the Army.:

☆Army was an octoling since the beginning! You can see that in the banner. The background is made up of octopi instead of squids, and you can see a bit of a tentacle.

Ch. 4, If memory serves wrong...:

☆Bro I suck at writing flirty stuff. End me now, Aloha's difficult for me to write

☆The "nothin' personal, kid", was a total reference, and I plan on adding many more. I'm going to try my best to add some iconic vines that still suit the scene.

Ch. 5, Descisions, decisions.:

☆On the other hand, I looove drawing aloha! He's so cute and silly! I like to draw his tentacles very round and bubbly and man, his eyes are so pretty!

☆This was the chapter that made me start thinking about giving reader teammates, mostly because they needed someone other than a bench to sleep.

Ch. 6, Hoooow Anoooying.:

☆mASK MY BELOVED

☆Can you tell he's my favorite?

☆I wanted to make him a little silly, giving him more of a personality. He can't be scary all the time, I really do think part of it is an act.

☆Another anime reference: the lens of his gasmask shining, just like in an anime.

Ch. 7, SUB WEAPON HELL!:

☆I was torn between what to do for the banner. I already used Mask with his mask on for chapter 6, and I planned on using his maskless version for what's now chapter 13. But then I remembered another one of my favorite boyos, Desi! I know he isn't featured too much in this chapter, and I'm sorry, but I needed something!

☆Anyways, I know this entire battle by heart. I know all of Mask's voice lines. Save me.

☆I try my best to not show bias in my fics, but I will relentlessly show it outside of em'.

☆Ugh, can't wait for team cyan moments fr

Ch. 8, Newfound Family.:

☆THE GUYS FR

☆I was stuck between just giving reader nameless teammates, incase ya'll already had your own ocs in mind of something, but I HATE nameless characters. And characters that don't have a personality. I figured that I'd already have to give them personalities, so why not go all in.

☆Soooo, I threw in my beloved OCs! I've had these guys around for YEARS, so I know them and their personalities like the back of my hand, which makes writing for them super easy and fun!

☆bro they look so cursed with splatoon 1 hairstyles to me. I didn't have the heart to snatch their iconic hair, so ignore that.

LOOK AT HIM!! ITS NOT EVEN MILO ANYMORE HE'S JUST MARCUS SMH.

Ch. 9, Shopping Spree!:

☆I actually wrote this and the last chapter at 1 am by accident. I was like oho let me write a few notes down for tomorrow so I don't forget. But here we are 2k words later.

☆After seeing that the next day, I realised that the squad tm would take up 2 chapters total. There's 3 of them. So then I had to figure out how to do the banners. I worked it out, though!

☆Tasha's hair's longer I swear, it just didn't fit on the banner smh

☆Damn she and skull look a lot alike, huh

☆L

Ch. 10, Skull's Territory.:

☆I knew I couldn't have reader simp, but that doesn't mean I can't have some simpery!! So I have Milo, Leo and Tasha to do it!! They get to express my true emotions <3

Ch. 11, A Misunderstanding?:

☆sTEAAAALTH!!! <3333

☆My sweet boy

☆So the poll for background characters was mostly for him ngl

☆THOSE DAMN GOGGLES WERE SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS TO SHADE WAAAAH

☆I also may have colored them green by accident the first time and had to start over.

☆I reaaaally hate making characters like Rider go OOC, but I need the story to continue! I'm sorryyyy

Ch. 12, Getting Too Comfortable.:

☆FINALLY WE'RE GETTING SOMEWHERE UGH

☆Also, blushy rider. ♡♡

☆He wants that battle, dude

Ch. 13, Player Two?:

☆aaaAAAA MAAASK

☆May have made a 9 hour mask playlist to write to.

☆Ahem.

☆I was planning on going in official meeting order for these uhh "getting closer with the S4", (Rider, army, aloha, mask, skull.) but my clear bias for Mask got me to write for him first.

☆I struggled to choose which song, but the idea came to me because I learned all the lyrics to Kick Back(chainsaw man), not too long ago. But I figured I'd just go with one of the most well known series/openings.

☆Didn't make the cut:

-Was gonna have reader and Mask walk in the rain together. That's why reader grabbed Milo's umbrella, cause it was the biggest one.

-c'mon, that would have been cute

Ch. 14, ...You Didn't See that.:

☆I was planning this since the start to be honest. Not exactly this scenario, but I knew I wanted to throw this headcannon in there.

☆After seeing how much love my fic was getting, I was almost going to abandon the idea, afraid that my readers wouldn't like it, and leave.

☆Jeebus those tentacles took me way too long to draw.

Figuring out what to do for Army's meetup+scrapped ideas:

Ch. 15, Sweetheart.:

☆I only made it to 1k words with Skull's part, he really doesn't talk a lot so it's hard to fill up space.

☆Soooooo

☆You guys asked for it: Avi time!

☆Now finally, here's some of the discord chats I had with my friends. Plans for story along with memes. Blanked out hints for the next chapter.:

Ch. 16, An Unexpected Meetup.:

☆I completely winged it. I knew I wanted like- a dummy kinda where we'd see all the S4 at once

☆Sorry for minimal aloha time, we got him earlier in the series though! (Bias game strong, he's not my favorite s4 member :( )

☆I'll try for more aloha time soon I'm sorry

☆The kind of rivalry/jeasoulsy between them wasn't planned and I kinda don't like it, but it is canon that they don't really like eachother so

☆Eh

Ch. 17: Not Much of a Choice, Huh?

☆Ughhh this feels like a dating sim now and I hate it

☆But characters catching feelings ♡♡♡

☆Not to figure out how they deal with them and how readers gonna figure that out

☆Wah

Ch. 18: Challengers Approach!

☆ oOoo they catchin' feelings!!!

Ch. 19: The Freshest Squid on the Block!

☆ YOOOOO LEO FANBOY!?!?!

☆ Hehe, we love making Leo happy

☆ Ugh, Emperor. I was not looking forward to writing him. I personally don't have him as a favorite, I was never able to like his kingly attitude. (I looove his design as somebody who draws nd does character design, though! Well made character.) Buuut...(see ch. 21)

Ch. 20: The Absolute King.

☆Yesss! Reader showing more emotion!!

☆Someone's gettin' angyyy

☆Ohoho does this count as angst? Berly, but I'm enjoying it

☆ Did you guys know that I half specialise in angst? Yeah enjoy that info

Ch. 21: A Crushing Defeat.

☆ Making you guys hate him off the bat is a lot dunner to write! He was shitty and mean in the first bit where he was shown anyways, so suffer! He'll have to go through some character development eventually, but until then, he's your most despised rival mwahaha

☆I hope the wat I write him makes you wanna deck him in the face :)

Ch. 22: It Only Gets Tougher, I Promise

☆ ... what no, what makes you think mask is my favorite. I show no bias ever. (How many times have I said that, now?)

#x reader #fanfic #splatoon manga #splatoon manga x reader #splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #splatoon manga rider #splatoon manga mask #splatoon manga aloha #splatoon manga army #bloopers #notes

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callmegkiddo · 2 years

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As for my request, could you write Scout and Pyro from tf2, about them trying to bake but end up burning what they were baking and just basically some sibling bonding. If you can but u dont need to, could you also add Engineer or Spy coming in to help them?

I finally got to you, my sweet sweet Crinky <3

LETS DO THIS

Character relations: Platonic

2 weeks of cease fire, god really did feel sorry for the mercs didn't they?

It was 2 weeks after their last battle, and no one had been given teh clear to go out and kick team Blu's ass, which was fine really, everyone finally got to have a break.

Well, almost everyone...

Engineer was busy and hard at work, tinkering and making sentries, dispensers, and teleporters for the next battle. The poor defense class had to have his passed out ass dragged back to bed by Demo or Heavy multiple times in those 2 weeks.

And Pyro, the best friend of Engineer, wanted to cheer the southern boy up. Sooo, the masked mayhem got some help from the youngest of the mercs. Scout. Yes, the sarcastic annoying speedster himself. And honestly, Scout was thrilled to be on board. Usually he wasn't happy when Pyro would drag him into these things, but he has always wanted to try and bake.

That's right, the two kids of the base, baking, for both Engineer and Ms. Pauling (courtesy of Scout). Everyone should be worried when those two strode into the kitchen. But they weren't, and now, they pay the price.

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Smoke wafted into the living room of the base, the toxic and foul gas making passersby cough and wheeze. Demo, who had passed out on the couch, awoke to him wheezing and coughing at the black smog.

The water sprinklers in the ceiling went off, soaking Soldier and Heavy who were having an arm wrestling match on the coffee table. "What in the bloody hell??" Demo slurred out from his drunken (but now sober) state.

The two cooks of the mercs, Engineer and Spy came rushing in to help. Spy of course barged into the kitchen, fanning away the smoke to give him room to breathe and see. Engineer came in with a fire extinguisher, and sprayed at the source of the fire.

The sprinkler were disarmed by Medic, who was cursing in german, probably about his paper work getting wet.

"What in tarnation is goin on in ere?" Engineer asked with confusion, facing the culprits to the disaster. A sulking Pyro, and a gawking Scout, both of which looking disappointed.

Spy sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, scoffing he hits Scout at the back of the head. The young adult yelping and rubbing at his nape with guilt. "You could've burnt this entire building to the ground!" scolded the masked backstabber.

Scout only looked further down in shame, Pyro's crying muffled by his gasmask. Pyro looked up at Engineer and tried to explain himself, but "Mffmmm pmfmasshhmmf!" was all he could utter.

Engineer reached over to gently rub both of Pyros shoulders, his speaks to Pyro softly, encouraging him. "Don't worry Pyro, just calm down. Now sign ta me what happened?" Pyro nodded shyly, he uses his hands to quickly sign to Engineer and Spy.

"Me and Jeremy wanted to bake you cookies!" was what the masked merc said. Engineer chuckled his cheeks flushing as he rubs the back of his neck shyly. "Awe, shucks Py, that's so sweet of ya" Spy merely sighed, he rolled his eyes and patted Pyro on the head. "Oui oui, magnific Pyro" Spy said with mocked proudness.

Scout grinned at Pyro, wrapping an arm around their shoulders in a "cool" way. "Yeahehehe, sooo uh, were all cool now right?"

"No/Non" both Engineer and Spy said, their voices dipping to that of a disappointed parent. Both Pyro and Scout deflated at that. Well shit-

#tf2 engineer #TF2 Spy #TF2 Scout #TF2 Pyro #TF2 fanfic #platonic #TF2

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thunderbottle · 3 years

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Thunder's DSMP Disability Headcanons

disclaimer!!! i am sticking to physical disabilities bc honestly delving into the complexity of mental stuff is stressful and physical disabilities easier to apply to characters that like,, already exist yknow

Tubbo

Oh you KNOW this boy has messed up hearing. In my head his right ear is worse (as in he can barely hear anything with it) from the festival execution bc he turned his head away from the fireworks. The various l'manberg explosions also contributed.

I subscribe to the headcanon that being around schlatt sorta 'infected' tubbo with goat traits so bam i'm giving him joint problems in his legs from them changing so fast to be more goat-like. It makes him a bit slower than before and the snowchester cold makes them achey.

Jack

Chronic pain both before and after revival. It's different after he comes back to life, though. It's not any worse or better, just... different. It bothers him more than he lets on. He can't even find comfort in the familiar pain. sadge.

Tommy

same deal as tubbo with being a bit HOH. the repeated explosions during exile would not have treated him kindly.

also related to exile: on the way to techno's house and living in a hole in the middle of the tundra, i feel like he's missing a few fingers and one of his feet from frostbite (y'know how he lost a shoe? yeah.) He makes his own prosthetic while staying with techno but doesn't use it all the time bc it's painful. he's got a fancy crutch that sam made for him which is a lot more comfortable most of the time.

another exile one bc i feel like that whole experience (being hurt often, no real access to first aide, lack of a steady food source, etc etc) would be Not Great for a person's health. Dream dislocated one of his shoulders 'on accident' and it hasn't quite healed correctly, often re-dislocating when he's carrying heavy things or stretching it the wrong way.

Ranboo

my ranboo design has wacky kangaroo rat legs that aren't super suited to,, working correctly so he wears braces on the ankles and knees to keep them bending correctly. he also uses those coon forearm crutches like in that one fanart i did of him forever ago.

okay this isn't a hc but can i just say i'm so happy that c!ranboo is like,, canonically disabled. like ik it's bc he's enderboy but Still i love it sm. thank you mr. beloved

Awesamdude

he was born partially blind and relies a lot on sound. his redstone machine have a lot of essential parts that intentionally make extra noise so he knows they're working correctly and with the right timing.

he wears the gasmask half as a fashion statement and half bc he's got asthma and the redstone dust that typically doesn't bother other people can be dangerous to work with for him and trigger asthma attacks, especially at the quantities he works with.

Philza

caneza!!! he has trouble keeping his balance with his wings out of commission so he weathers the increased old-man-shaming in favor of being able to walk lmao

Wilbur

making this one short bc thinking abt c!wilbur makes me sad

chronic fatigue syndrome!! get some rest tall child!! like i know it doesn't really help but still!!! *wraps alivebur up in blankets like a feral, injured cat* i care you!!!!

Eret

okay i know that the herobrine eyes are bc she's related to herobrine somehow but i'm making her blind anyways. herobrine is blind too. you can't stop me.

guide ferrets... (context: eret's chat is a hoard of ferrets that follows him around it's very good)

he makes all his own buildings so that he has the floorplan memorized before even moving in. how do they turn out so pretty when he can't see them? well, he's more powerful than you could ever know and can do anything he puts his mind to so jot that down

Techno

this pig has ARTHRITIS

technocane!!!!! i love him

If you want me to expand on any of these send me an ask or in the reblogs of this post! Feel free to add on your own hcs within the wheelhouse I'd love to hear them <3

#there are more but i'm gonna stop here #i am disabled but i don't have personal experience with every single one of these so lmk if i've fucked something up #dream smp #headcanons #dsmp headcanon #mcyt #am i gonna tag all the characters? yes.#tubbo #ranboo #philza #eret #tommyinnit #jack manifold #technoblade #awesamdude #wilbur soot #/rp #im disabled and i will make the fave characters disabled. you can't stop me.#also i know most disabilities don't come from trauma but dsmp is a bit of a hellworld so i don't feel like it's out of line

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inkeroo · 3 years

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anyways dsmp design + headcanon dump * ranboo he/they pronouns supremacy. idk ive always imagined them pretty much the same i just wanted to add tear scars and change his hair. he smells oddly like faint chlorine? * sam is just. a humanoid creeper. i saw some other designs with the gasmask and wanted it. he always has it on during warden duty and i just added a tail because i like them theyre neat * IDK maybe a rare hc but i feel like tommy maybe tried to stop dream when he blew up his stuff during exile also he takes his discs EVERYWHERE also he’s usually dirty and really messy + unkempt * when dream was using tubbo for leverage i feel like he’d give him a scar. also i feel like tubbo would try to cut off his horns as a form of sh during the election arc * imagine if ghostbur and wilbur met eyes for a moment as they exchanged lives. ghostbur would be horrified and mortified, and wilbur would be awestruck and in disbelief. ghostbur, with tears in his eyes, forces a smile, knowing this was the end for him, and put his hand on wilbur’s head. “have some blue.” revivebur smells like ashes and faint burning flesh so that’s coolio * idk what techno’s ear nick is from but it looks cool so idc. also braid > ponytail * my schlatt design is a bit unique in the white streaks of hair but idk its just how i see him. also glatt smells really bad * nothing much to say here. i miss him :( * mans got bored and was like “i cant see out of this eye anyways let’s put a poker chip here” also doesn’t bother to wash the blood from his clothes cause 1. it’s too hard and 2. it makes him look more intimidating * dream can only shapeshift with his mask, so he can’t shapeshift in prison and he HATES being without it. he has torture scars from big q and he’s so greasy and sweaty and gross

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infinityreview · 2 years

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Review: Morat Tarlok Pack (2022)

Welcome to Infinity Review, a blog where I review new Infinity miniatures releases. I’ve been playing Infinity and collecting and painting the miniatures for about 10 years, and I love talking about them! I started this blog both to share my thoughts and encourage more discussion about this great miniatures line. I've been away for a few years, but now I’m back!

If you’re interested you can find my review criteria here.

Today I’m reviewing the new Infinity May releases. Since most of them are repacks of models we’ve already seen, the only release I’ll be looking at is the Morat Tarlock Pack. This is a pack of 3 Morat miniatures, including two Yaogats and one Vanguard. You can pre-order the box from the infinity site. Please support the game and pick it up!

Morat Vanguard Infantry with K1 Sniper Rifle (Combined Army/Morat Aggression Forces)

Sculpted by: ??? Painted by: ???

Design (7): Last month I reviewed the new Vanguard Infantry, and this is basically the same model. I think these new Vanguard have a solid design. Their combat armored jumpsuits have an all-purpose look, and their bare arms make them appear very aggressive. I really like the addition of the over-the-shoulder bag on this model. It gives the impression that the sniper hasn’t just been handed a special weapon, but is a dedicated specialist combatant with a specific role to play and the equipment to be effective. Sometime its small details like that which make the model.

Sculpt (8): The sculpting here is very nice. I particularly enjoy that each of the new Vanguards has a unique expression, even if its only a small variation. I loved the older Morat models, but too many of them had the exact same face and expression, making them look like one dude who had posed for photos in several outfits. I’ve seen a lot of people complain about the Vanguard's extremely thick wrists. While the new Morat’s arm’s are almost comically bulky, I think I can accept that as alien physiology, and it certainly makes them look huge and menacing. However, it is very strange that the armored Morats (like the below Yaogats) seem to actually have less bulky arms and thinner wrists. More consistency would have been appreciated!

Pose (8): While this isn’t a particularly interesting pose, the sculptor did a great job of making the Vanguard look like he’s actually a person and not just a mannequin. Notice how the right foot is raised up on the debris, but the Vanguard’s entire weight is on his left foot? His head is turned in that direction, and his shoulders are squared that way too. This kind of subtle pose makes the model feel like it’s moving within the world around it, even if the pose itself isn’t particularly dynamic.

Overall score: 7.6/10

Yaogat Strike Infantry with Spitfire or Multi Sniper Rifle (Combined Army/Morat Aggression Forces)

Sculpted by: ??? Painted by: ??? (I’m going to score these two models together since they are so similar)

Design (7): I’m just not a fan of this new Yaogat design at all. Both previous versions of the Vanguard were excellent designs that each had some really nice features that made them stand out among other Morats. This new design abandons all of that for something that looks distinct in it’s own way, but also looks like it would fit right in along side Nomad, 012, Haqq, Yujing or NA2 forces. It’s easy to imagine these Yagats as a generic Mercenary HI unit. This Morat no longer looks like a Morat, or an alien at all. * That’s not to say the Yaogats don’t have some interesting features. The new pseudo-helmet, which combines an armored hood, a high armored collar, and the “gasmask” seen on some new MAF models gives the Yoagat an interesting domed silhouette, which reminds me a little of the X-Men villain Juggernaut. The backpack that sits high on the back adds to this look. The overall effect is more unique then the painfully generic Rasyat and Kyosat, who otherwise share many of the same design elements.

Sculpt (8): While I’m not a fan of the design, the sculpting is great. There are a lot of hidden and subtle details that I’m eager to see closer in person. Rhe ribbed undersuit looks great, and the armor plating is crisp. I wish we had a better look at the faces and one-eyed visor.

Pose (7): The poses for the Yaogat’s don’t quite work as well as the Vangaurd Sniper even though they are very similar. the Yaogat Sniper is the better of the two, with it’s weight clearly on it’s raised foot. That gun looks heavy! The Yaogat Spitfire’s firing pose is very generic, and since it’s armor is too bulky to bring the gun into a suitable aiming position it just looks awkward.

Overall score: 7.3/10

#infinity the game #morat aggression forces #infinity review

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troddensodden · 3 years

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Physical Features OC Ask Game !! 👁 What is your OC’s eye color? Do they have any eye-related habits, like winking or rubbing their eyes? Do other people tend to notice their eyes? 💇 What is your OC’s hairstyle? How do they maintain their hair? Do they wash it and/or cut it regularly? Have they ever dyed their hair? 👖 What type of clothing does your OC generally wear? Why? Do they have any “signature” accessories?

since its the only ask i have so far, im gonna answer each of these for all three of my current ocs :D hope thats okay!

cedric: fallout 4 || alistair: fallout 4 || emil: fallout new vegas

eyes—

-cedric: blue-green eyes! however he actually only has one, in a sense, because a bomb once blew up close enough to his face that it burned the skin, and damaged his left eye enough that he went blind in it. he tried to take care of the injury, but the commonwealth doesnt exactly have many medicine or skincare products. it ended up getting a pretty gnarly infection, which only made it worse after scarring. so now, he wears an eyepatch over it! he regularly wears a gas mask out in the wasteland, mostly for radiation protection but partially because he is somewhat insecure about his eye, and the look of the skin around it. when he isnt wearing one though, people do definitely notice his eyes for that reason, more than anything else. he doesnt have any particular habits, other than consistently wearing an eye covering.

-alistair: his eyes arent anything particularly special, really. just a plain dark brown, dark enough to look black from a distance. he doesnt have any specific habits, per se, as he is a synth and thats not necessarily in his program. however, if hes close enough with someone, he will make a fair amount of (bad) jokes or comments and accentuate them with a wink or an eyebrow raise. also, when hes frustrated he sometimes will rub his eyes with his palms, or do long drawn out blinks and eyerolls. his eyes arent all that notable though, so people dont take much notice of them often, outside of their expressiveness.

-emil: a sort of grey, green, hazel, blue, combination? really, they dont seem to have much of a set eye-color. its hard to determine. so on the occasion that someone asks, theyll give a different answer every time, sometimes answering with a color that is definitely not even close to the actual color. furthermore, theyre quite the mischievous and flirtatious type in some cases, so winking is something they do quite often, and are able to do with either eye. other times, theyll look someone up and down when facing them, but with an absent expression that makes it hard to tell whether theyre checking the person out or sizing them up. their eyes dont get noticed often because again, they arent anything particularly special, but when in a relationship, they do find that partners seem to take a particular interest toward the confusing matter of their eyes, specifically the color.

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hair—

c: pre-war, he kept his hair relatively well-managed, a tidy crop with maybe a bit more length than the "average" mens cut. post-war, however, he frankly sees getting his hair done as too much effort, only occasionally stopping for a trim and otherwise letting it grow out, and tying it up if it gets in the way. his boyfriends quite fancy this, liking to play with it when they spend time together. maccready, on occasion, will even braid it if hes stressed or in a bad mood, as a way of calming himself down. (when he does this, cedric tries to keep the braid in as long as possible.) washing hair isnt necessarily easy, in a world where even just clean water itself is in short supply, let alone soap. however, he does try his best to clean it when he can, because he doesnt like the feeling of dirty hair. he also has never dyed his hair, because hes always been content with his natural brown color, even if its a bit "plain."

a: he keeps his hair close to a stubble, consistently. his hair doesnt grow very rapidly, but still, he will likely be seen getting his hair cut every couple weeks to keep it from growing out. he likes looking put together, and will rarely ever be caught genuinely dirty. any chance he gets to clean himself, he will, and any time he needs a haircut, you can bet he'll be on his way to the nearest place that offers it. he refuses to dye his hair, saying that it creates a look of unprofessionalism, (and hair dye doesnt go well over black usually.) nobody really understands why hes so insistent on looking put-together and professional all the time, but they accept it, even if he sometimes takes more time to get ready in the mornings than anyone else.

e: shaved on one side, long on the other. its also naturally got a bit of curl, which adds volume so it doesnt get too flat and stringy when it goes unwashed. they dont wash their hair as obsessively as alistair, though they will do a quick clean if they get the time. they dont particularly like the idea of using irradiated water to clean off, but its that or use purified water which is in relatively short supply. however, foraging is a bit of a strong point for them, so they will use natural supplies for cleaning off if possible, from plants and such. keeping hair maintained is hard in a relatively desolate area like the mojave, but whenever they find scissors and some free time theyll do a trim. scissors arent exactly a match for a nice set of clippers, but you learn to make do. they have dyed their hair with some temporary colors before, but never anything permanent—they actually quite like their natural gingery-blond color.

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clothes—

c: whatever will protect him while also being comfortable enough that he can tolerate him with his sensory issues. however, in situations where he needs to looks somewhat "official," he will wear his minutemen-issued jacket over a decent shirt and pants set. however, he will rarely ever be seen without some sort of mask, unless the situation happens to be one where a gasmask or something similar would be improper. even then, the eyepatch stays on. so id say the eyepatch is somewhat a "staple" of his wardrobe, though its less of a fashion choice and more of what he deems a necessity.

a: if possible, he would regularly wear a button-down and pants that match. however, in an irradiated post-war wasteland, with hostiles around every corner, thats not a particularly feasible option; thus, he wears whatever is available that is in good condition but also effective. effectiveness is his priority, of course, but it does frustrate him if his clothing doesnt at least look decent. people see him as a bit of a pansy for it, but when he was in the institute, he was used to wearing a uniform that was focused on looking clean rather than being highly functional. so after escaping, that stuck with him a bit. he does, however, have an accessory he refuses to be without, and thats his and noras wedding ring. even after forming new relationships and finding a new purpose in the world, its impossible to move on from someone who was his whole world, what feels like only a few months ago.

e: emil most definitely prioritizes function over fashion. appearance is important, sure, but they recognize that it definitely is not the most important, when youre traveling across a hot desert full of giant scorpions and gang members. however, one thing that they always have, whether theyre wearing it or just has it in their pack, is this one puffy jacket, with a fur-lined hood. they found it in the dresser of a destroyed house they were scavenging through, and it somehow was in near-mint condition. the reason it was so special to them, though, is because it had a note in the pocket, from a girl to her older sibling. the girl being emils sister, who moved away with their father after their parents got divorced. the letter was addressed from her to them, but was never sent. and sure, while they knew that this almost definitely confirmed she had died, they were just happy enough having something from her. so they never go without the jacket, even though its warm (and a bit heavy.) impractical, but sentimental.

#can you tell cedric is a self insert #i think its obvious #oops #anyway!#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout new vegas #fallout nv #fnv #oc ask #fallout oc #also note i did not proofread this so there mayyyy be typose #typos** im not rewriting taht

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makarov-my-beloved · 3 years

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Watch Dogs: Legion x AmRev

@burgoyned Chapter 4 out! Feedback if you wish ^^

Chapter 4: One Of Us, Many Of You!

Burgoyne browsed through the mask shop in the Safehouse, per requested by Bagley. “Welcome to DedSec, Johnny! Now, how about you make yourself a team player and purchase a mask?” There is so much to choose from. Browsing through various choices of masks gave the playwriter a migraine. I don’t know which is good. He finally settled on a mask that is a modern “knight” helmet with a holographic golden “Lōng” teeth glowing. The entire front was a black visor encased by gold lining. “Knight of Avalon” the description read. Fancy, fancy! Burgoyne scanned 200 ETO and the mask was instantly dropped from the machine. He picked it up and placed it over his head. The visor obscured 90% of his vision, but he can still make out the room. This is pretty neat! Hearing the front door opened, Burgoyne removed his helmet and saw both André and Clinton arrive, dropping their gear on the table.

Bagley spoke up. “Welcome back Operators! Are you ready for your next mission?” “NOW HOLD ON!” Burgoyne quickly rushed downstairs to greet his friends. He spun Clinton around and began shaking his hand. “It is an honor to meet you, sir. What brings you here on this fine day?” Clinton gave him a fake glare. “Do you know how to address your superiors?” “I don’t need to. You are NOT my superior and I don’t HAVE to address you as anything,” smirked Burgoyne. A smirk also crept across Clinton’s face. “Pleasure seeing you here, Burgoyne.” “Indeed. Such a friendly reunion that I forgot to add you don’t have permission to be accessing DedSec technology until you are fully recruited,” the playwriter taunted, showing off his new mask. “I don’t believe in holding an initiation ceremony unless you want a repeat of what happened before,” chided Bagley sarcastically. “Hey, hey, that was once a lifetime thing,” Burgoyne retorted.

“Regardless, André has already informed me that Clinton was able to access all of Clan Kelley’s information regarding the human organ harvesting as well as an auction. Some of them are victims of the bombings. This one piece of information is vital, however, there is more,” Bagley said, pulling up the data. The three men read through Kelley’s documents, each growing more disgusted with the paper detailing everything. “That bitch. Always kissing up to some higher up,” growled André. “Those poor victims. How are we going to find them? We need to rescue them from those bloody bastards!” Clinton added. “Perhaps. I can’t quite pinpoint where Clan Kelley is operating right now, but I do know we need to find more information about those victims starting from one of the bomb sites.”

“How would that give us any information?” André asked curiously. “Perhaps the bombs were set off internally. It’s best if you try recovering a clue first then we can proceed with the next step,” Bagley said, opening up a map of London and marked one of the bomb sites. It was located in the City of London. “You’ll need to sneak in with caution. Albion secured the location to make sure no one gets in.” André pouts his face. “This will be rough.” “Quite certainly. Although there is a way of tackling this,” Bagley said. The Operators looked at him with a confused expression. He continued. “I propose one of you stay behind and monitor the site through the cameras. The rest of you travel to the site and recover the evidence.” “I’ll stay. I know the ins and outs of every part of the location,” André said, sitting down in front of the computer.

Clinton and Burgoyne looked at each other. “I guess that’ll be us. Alrighty, let’s head out,” Clinton said as he headed for the entrance upstairs. “Now hang on a second, have you picked out a mask yet? You can’t be going out somewhere with your face exposed,” Bagley stated matter of factly. The Operator raised his gasmask. “Already have one,” he chirped. “Oh well, fantastic then. Looks better than the others ones I’ve seen.” “HEY!” André and Burgoyne protested together. “Alright, alright. Now time is running short. Do hurry.” Burgoyne and Clinton climbed up the staircase and left the Safehouse. André began accessing connections to the bomb site. “I’ve never imagined it to be this horrendous,” he said, scanning the whole site through different camera angles. “You can’t imagine being this horrendous? I wonder if it is any worse than the plays you write.” “Those ideas are scraped, my dear Bagley,” retorted André. The AI chuckled, remaining silent for the remainder of the mission.

Clinton’s eye widened when the men approached their destination. Half of the stadium was blown to smithereens. A construction fence was set up all around where the incident took place, some heavily constructed by Albion to prevent outsiders from looking in. A memorial to those who lost their lives was placed at the front entrance, covered with flowers and candles. Burgoyne let out a sob. “This is heartbreaking. I feel for the victims of this tragedy.” “You weep for the civilians while Clan Kelley and the others laugh at our misfortune,” Clinton softly replied. As they approached the heavily barricaded walls, a small ctOS drone can be heard buzzing above them. Burgoyne quickly put his helmet on as Clinton strapped his gas mask on. Both men quickly slipped behind a small barricade and watched the small drone look around before entering the site.

“That’s odd. That drone would usually chase outsiders out. I wonder who is controlling that?” Burgoyne wondered. He felt a tug from Clinton who motioned towards a small opening. Nodding, the two men crawled through the hole and found themselves standing in front of a large crater where the explosion took place. Debris covered every part of the broken stadium; chunks of metal, concrete, as well as aluminum, splayed across the ground. The interior of the stadium was exposed, so the men can see Albion guards patrolling the inside of the building. ctOS drones flew everywhere amid large cargo drones occasionally flying in and out to drop off necessary materials. Burgoyne stared in disbelief at the amount of damaged caused. Adjusting his mask, Clinton began quietly prodding his way towards the epicenter. A few guards walked by, but one of them spotted the men. “HEY, YOU! STOP RIGHT THERE!” he yelled, raising his gun. “OH SHIT! RUN” Burgoyne pushed Clinton and the two began the run.

The site became alerted and all Albion guards began pursuing the intruders. Spotting a small opening, Clinton grabbed Burgoyne by the arm and they slipped into the crater. They hid behind a massive concrete building, away from their pursuers. The ctOS drone that they saw earlier slipped into the crack and hovered next to Burgoyne. He tapped the little drone. “You could’ve helped us drive those bastards away, you know.” “I don’t think that’s André. He doesn’t know how to operate a drone yet,” Clinton whispered. “Wait, if this isn’t André then…” Sweat began to break out as Burgoyne nervously checks the drone. Whizzing past the men, the ctOS drone began scanning the nearby area. It shone its light on a small object lying on the floor. A small sigh escaped Burgoyne but with his helmet is made it sound suffocating. Clinton emerged from his spot and approached the object. From the drone’s flight, he can tell it was part of a Spiderbot.

Bagley pinged the earpiece. “That’s it. You’ve recovered the first clue. It looks like a Spiderbot. I’m sending out an AR replicant so we can have a detailed visual of what exactly happened here.” “Great. But just a question, is André piloting this drone? There is a drone that has been following us around and I wonder if it’s André.” André spoke up. “No sir, it’s not me!” Clinton froze. Bagley took over again. “You’ll need to proceed with caution. I’ll track the user of this drone for the time being. For now, take a look at this AR video and tell me what you think.”

As Bagley pinged off, a holographic display began to play. It showed three people walking down the tunnel as one of them carried a suitcase. Hiding within the small vent above Clinton was a Spiderbot. Both Clinton and Burgoyne observed the holographic Spiderbot proceed down the vent, entered a room adjacent to the main tunnel and the AR stopped. Bagley pinged again. “So it appears that one of the people has access to the explosion that attached itself to the Spiderbot. You’ll need to bring the bot back to have more data processed.”

“And this drone?” “I’ve traced it back to a user not far from the site.” “Great. We’ll head out there now. Much appreciated.” Tapping his earpiece, Clinton turned to Burgoyne who was still hiding behind the concrete. “We got what we came for let’s head out.” Picking up the bot, Clinton put it inside his bag then dragged the somewhat frightened playwriter out of hiding. The ctOS drone followed them, buzzing softly in the sky. Making their way back to the entrance, Clinton and Burgoyne ran until they’re out of range of suspecting Albion guards. Removing his gas mask, the hacker looked around. Burgoyne, upon removing his helmet, began combing his brown hair which was sticking up from the static of the helmet. “Damn, that was a close one. I guess we now know what happened?” “Yes. This Spiderbot might still hold some key data on how the bomb was processed. We’ll need to head back now.” The ctOS drone buzzed towards a man approaching them. He was wearing a hacker-esque jacket with black leather pants covered with binary code and grey low-cut boots. The man took off his hood, revealing a surprising face that both Clinton and Burgoyne stopped then burst out laughing.

“Ara-ara, if it isn’t SIR William Howe,” snickered Burgoyne as punched his friend on the arm. “What are you doing here on this fine evening hmm?” questioned Clinton in a mocking manner. Howe rolled his eyes. “Same as you. Trying to find information about what has happened here.” “Ah, I see. Did André recruit you to help or you’re just on your own?” Burgoyne inquired. “André? I’m on my own. The two of you are with DedSec I presume?” Howe said, pointing towards the DedSec fox logo on the men’s jacket. “Yes we are,” Clinton said. Their friend narrowed his eyes a tad bit and Clinton could tell this wasn’t going to be good. “Siding with a terrorist organization? I’d rather leave this country than to join a terrorist organi-“ Clinton cut him off. “How about you follow us and we’ll show you what DedSec is.”

Howe bit his lip before shrugging his shoulders. “Alright.” And followed the men back to the Safehouse.

After arriving at the Earl’s Fortune, Clinton dragged Burgoyne and Howe into the Safehouse where they saw André sitting on the couch looking at the London Tube system while discussing transportation with Bagley. Bagley closed the map and said, “Oh hello there Operators. I see we have a recruit. Is he a playwriter? How sexual is his mind?” “No and my brain is NOT sexual”, Sir William retorted at the AI. Burgoyne and Clinton looked at each other before bursting out laughing. “Oh haha, very funny. VERY funny,” the drone flyer rolled his eyes. André hid his face behind his hands to hide his snicker but was nevertheless happy to have another close friend recruited into DedSec. Recruitment Complete.

#watch dogs legion x amrev

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thelordofdarkreunion · 4 years

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Magnificent Scoundrels: Lock n’ Load

This one’s for all you people who are really into sci-fi gadgets like I do. It’s a little on the short side, so sorry for that. I’ll try and make the next one longer. Please note that, as always, only the Tongues of Fire characters belong to me. All others belong to their respective writers and owners. Now, sit back, relax, enjoy, and try not to die!

Tongues of Fire Galaxy, In the far reaches of system XBH-9974

The starships of the Magnificent Scoundrels arrived perfectly on time to the coordinates Thomas Drake had sent them. It was a dreary system in the middle of nowhere, with four barren rocks of planets orbiting a small star, and one that looked to be more mud than anything else. Drake had invited all of the Scoundrels and any of their retinues on board the Apocalypse for the mission briefing. They met him in the massive cargo bay of the ship; stainless steel walls and massive stacks of rectangular cargo pallets greeted the new arrivals. Drake himself was nowhere to be seen, and so they mingled, talking, gauging exactly what type of people they would be working with. Master Chief slid over to Cooper.

“How was the voyage?” he asked. Copper gave a long sigh.

“It was...long. And hard.”

“Thaaaaaattttt’s whaaaaat sheeee said!” came Drake’s much too over enthusiastic voice from one of the doorways leading into the cargo bay. Several snickers came at his words.

“I don’t get it...oh,” muttered someone. Copper just sighed and looked at Master Chief.

“That’s the type of shit I’ve had to deal with the entire voyage.” Drake grinned and held out his arms in greeting.

“Welcome aboard the Apocalypse everyone! You’re all looking fabulous today.” He swaggered towards them. “I’m assuming you’re all wondering why exactly we’re all here in the ass end of nowhere.” A handful of nods greeted his words. “Well I’m not a man to make extensive, complicated and loquacious speeches unless I need to, so I’ll put it simply. On the mudball planet is a group of thieves, pirates, mercenaries, whatever you want to call them. Point is, they stole something from a client of mine. We’re here to get it back, and I am here to see just exactly how good you are.” He grinned. “SO. We shall decide the details later. Right now, time to ah, get equipped.” He sauntered through the massive space, the rest of the Scoundrels following him, and touched several buttons on a wrist mounted computer. Massive panels on the walls slid open, and racks upon racks of weaponry and equipment was displayed for all to see. Drake grinned again. “While I was finding information about all of your galaxies, I took the liberty of...acquiring, yes, we’ll stick with that, acquiring quite a lot of things. Guns and gadgets and weapons and cool stuff! It’s gonna be glorious!” Most of the Scoundrels stared, open mouthed, at the truly staggering amount of stuff that Drake had just revealed. The tough-looking man with the purple masked figure in their retinue, who had been identified by Drake’s report as John Shepard, moved over to one of the weapon racks.

“Is that...a black hole gun?” he asked Drake.

“Yes,” replied Drake with a typical smirk. Ciaphas Cain looked as if his eyes were about to pop out of his sockets. He touched a long barreled gun with a long sniper scope on it.

“Please tell me this isn’t an Exitus Rifle,” he half aske, half pleaded to Drake.

“As a matter of fact, it is.”

“How did you get that?” asked Cain, a note of fear in his voice.

“It's probably best if you didn’t know.”

“Yeah. It is most definitely probably better if I didn’t know.” Adam Vir walked over to a glass case displaying a lithe grey suit on a manikin.

“This...this is Iron Eye armor,” he said with wonder. He frowned. “I’m not even going to ask where you got this.” Drake nodded.

“At least there’s someone with sense in this room.” Han Solo, ever the pragmatist, spoke up.

“Where did you get all of this?” Drake beamed.

“You of all people ought to be able to figure it out.”

“You stole it.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement.

“Oh no my dear man,” said Drake with a laugh, “I acquired it.” Jack Cooper sighed.

“I’m surprised you haven’t stolen a Titan yet.” Drake whirled around to face him.

“What a wonderful idea! I think I will. I’ll add it to the list.” He turned around and gestured to the various gear. “Now, I know how some of you like your stuff.” He spun to face Solo. “You. Jacket, boots, holster of unknown material but probably some sort of leather, DL-44 blaster.” He spun around to Vir. “You. Spear, Drev metal. Iron Eye armor, when necessary, but not a lot. Have an odd tendency to not wear armor and gasmask when out exploring planets and that has led to problems.” He wheeled away from Vir and slid up to Cooper. “You. Pilot’s suit with cloak, good with anything but like the Flatline. Prefer the new heavier x-shaped Militia visor as opposed to the old IMC one.” Drake spun on his heel and pointed at Starlord. “You. A rather odd sort of helmet that expands from the ear. Don’t know how it works, but I’ll find out. Jet boots, Quad blasters, had a Walkman but now a Zune.” The Scoundrels stared at Drake, mouths gaping like landed fish. “You.” Drake pointed at Master Chief “MJOLNIR armor, MA5D assault rifle, you’re a soldier so you bring grenades...and so on and so on. Point is, if you use it, if you want it, I've got it. Take your pick.” Shepard made some sort of gagging noise.

“Exactly how much do you know about us?” Drake gave a grin that was more like a predator baring its teeth than an actual smile.

“Everything. Including that one thing all of you seem to have that you’d rather me not know.”

Well shit.

“Really? You could just be bluffing. Prove it,” said Kirk. Drake held out his hand and a nearby Apocalypse crew member held out a data pad. Drake tapped several buttons, scanned his fingerprint, then, carefully hiding the surface so as no one else could see it, showed Kirk the contents. Kirk blanched and tugged at his collar.

“Uh, yeah...he’s not bluffing.” Drake smiled, this time genuinely.

“Don’t worry though. I won’t tell anyone your secrets unless you want me to.” He rubbed his hands together. “So. Let’s get to it, shall we?” He gestured at a large holographic projector in the corner of the room. Everyone walked over, Drake tapped his wrist mounted computer, and a glowing green projection of what looked like a military base appeared. Drake gestured at it.

“This is their base, if you haven’t guessed already. It was originally an observation outpost for the Federal Military, which is why it’s as formidable as it is, but it was abandoned, well, because it’s smack-dab in the middle of nowhere. Why they built it in the first place is a mystery. Anyway, they have about oh, say, 200 to 300 people there. All of them are armed, and while they don’t have anything too heavy, like, say, anti-aircraft or -tank weapons, they have quite the compilation of small arms. Nothing we shouldn’t be able to handle. We can also probably disable their long range sensors, allowing us to land on the planet without detection. The question is: what do you want to do from there?” He looked around at the group. “Oh come now. Any suggestions?”

“This is your party, your home galaxy; what do you suggest?” asked Shepard pointedly. Drake laughed.

“Well, there are usually two ways of retrieving an object of importance from a hostile group: either no bodies for the guards to notice or no guards left to notice the bodies.” Several of the team looked horrified at this, and Drake gave a bloodthirsty grin. “Option two is easier as there aren’t any local law enforcement. In fact, there isn’t anyone of significant authority to apprehend us within anywhere near here. Hell, we don’t even need to hide our presence. We have enough firepower to blow them into molten slag; we can retrieve the object afterwards.” He paused and considered it for a moment. “Although, if we go with an orbital bombardment we run the risk of destroying the object.” Vir stared at him in horror.

“An orbital bombardment? You can’t be serious.” Shepard and Kirk nodded at this. Drake scoffed.

“They’re a group of 200 pirates on an uninhabited mudball of a planet. No one’s gonna care.” Was Drake testing them? They looked at each other, and Shepard spoke.

“No. We’re going to go in stealthily. No need to get anyone hurt unnecessarily. We land undetected, we,” he gestured at himself, Vir and Master Chief, “go in, steal the thing, get out. You guys are our support.” He pointed at Drake and Cooper, “You two stay on that side,” he gestured at Cian and Quill, “you two on that side, and you two,” he looked at Solo and Kirk, “are ready to get us out if anything goes wrong. Any objections?” Most of the team nodded. Drake gave them an odd look.

“If that’s how you want to do it.” This was definitely a test. “Ok. If we’re all agreed, then let’s get to it. Take whatever you want, but tell me or the quartermaster first so I know what you’re taking. Other than that, I bid you good luck.” Now then, what to do? What to choose? Celeric, the Apocalypse's morose quartermaster, was demonstrating to some of the Scoundrels’ crewmembers the horrifying effects of some glowing green weapons. Cain and the officers of the Valhallan 597th were all buckling on bulky armored plates and picking up strange rectangular-looking rifles attached to heavy backpacks. Apparently they knew what they wanted. Master Chief wore full combat armor all the time, so he didn’t need anything. Solo had already disappeared, and Shepard and Cooper were browsing through gear from their home galaxy. That left two. Adam Vir and Peter Quill stared at each other awkwardly, then seemingly decided at the same time to walk over to where Drake was.

Drake was sitting next to a large rack of ornate black armor. While not exceptionally detailed, it looked extremely advanced and very expensive. Drake himself was humming along to some song playing from his wrist computer while fiddling with a sleek triple barreled weapon. A blueish-purple glow emitted from the center where a magazine would be on a normal weapon, and Drake seemed to be inspecting it for any flaws. He turned and stopped what he was doing when Vir and Quill approached.

“Ah! Can I help you?” he asked politely.

“What are you doing?” replied Vir in lieu of a response. Drake chuckled.

“Well, these are mine. Can’t be going into combat un-prepared, now, can I?” He indicated the armor and gun.

“What are they?” bath asked at the same time, then looked at each other, surprised.

“Modified armor and a modified triple-barreled supercooled assault plasma rifle. Cost me quite a lot, but worth every penny. And, of course, this.” He tapped the portable computer. “The best in the market, modified, of course, by yours truly. It can slice into almost any security system and can pull up anything from the Apocalypse's main computer. And it plays music.” This got their attention.

“What kind?” Drake shrugged.

“Oh, you know, the classics.”

“What do you consider ‘the classics’?” asked Vir.

“You know, the classics. Uh, Country Roads, 1812 Overture, I’m Sexy and I Know It…”

“One of those does not belong with the others,” muttered Quill.

“Eh, doesn’t matter. I know the both of you have quite good taste in music. Should be interesting. Talk to Celeric if you have any questions about the stuff.” Quill wandered off, and Drake took out some sort of screwdriver-like tool and fussed over a panel on the suit of armor. “Look at this. Best of the best. It’s got all the gadgets on it: enhanced strength and support, slot for the wrist computer, thermal vision, the works. But now...now the possibilities are endless! Built in flamethrowers, omnitools, cybernetic implants, personal shielding, digital weapons...oh it’s going to be glorious when I’m done with it.” He turned to Vir, who hadn’t moved. “Can I help you?”

“Er...yes, you can, actually.” Vir fidgeted with his collar and turned a slight shade of red. “What do you know about me?”

“You? Everything. I already told you that,” replied Drake as he turned back to his work.

“I mean...specifically.” Drake sighed and turned back towards him.

“Specifically? I know of your war record, which is painful, but not that deep of a secret.” He pursed his lips. “How shall I phrase this...does the acronym LFIL mean anything to you?” Vir turned a deeper shade of red.

“Uh...yes. Yes, it does.” Drake nodded.

“Good. Just so we’re on the same page. I won’t tell anyone, though. You can trust me with that. In fact,” he began to laugh, “In fact...well, I can’t tell you. But I shall ask. Worry not, for I shall ask.” Drake paused and seemed to consider something for a moment, then stood up and put a hand on Vir’s shoulder. His voice changed from light and breezy to serious and almost fatherly. “Let me give you a bit of advice. Do not ever let a servant of the Imperium of Man know. They will kill you for it.” He looked past Vir at something in the background and sighed. “Speaking of bloody which,” he turned and walked towards the Imperials, who were lugging crates emblazoned with the double headed Imperial eagle towards the exit. “Oi! You guys are just going to walk away with all my hellguns without telling me?” And while Drake was arguing with Cain, Adam Vir stood and pondered Drake’s words.

Due to the overwhelming technological superiority of the Scoundrels, the bases’ long and close range scanners were taken down with relative ease, and the assault was to commence. Drake had placed his own soldiers on board the various ships that would be landing outside the base, as a rather obvious attempt to see how good the rest of the Scoundrels really were. Shepherd stared in distaste at the sleazy looking man who accompanied them aboard his ship, the Normandy. Vir and the Chief were in the hold, ready and waiting, and Shepard was to bring them just outside the base. The rest were to be dropped off or teleported by the Millennium Falcon or the Enterprise. Shepard turned towards Drake’s armsman, named Nathaniel if he remembered correctly.

“So, Nathaniel. Drake seems a bit...off. Is he really, well, on top of things?” Nathaniel gave a sleazy smile.

“Here’s the thing. People don’t follow others because they’re popular or high born. People follow others because they’re good at what they do. Don’t matter if they’re nice, or rich, or sane, it matters if they’re competent. And the Captain? Well, he’s a little off. Whether he’s actually nuts or just likes acting like it doesn’t matter. He’s the best of the best at what he does and I’d follow him into hell.” Shepard didn’t have time to reply.

“Commander. We’ve arrived.”

Well, that’s it. Hope you liked it. If you have any questions, comments, concerns, reviews, advice or criticisms, feel free to ask. Hope you have a nice day!

#magnificent scoundrels #titanfall #empyrean iris #star trek #star wars #warhammer 40k #mass effect #halo #guardians of the glaxy #story

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zodsqd · 3 years

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Really cool pics. How far you can walk and how long you can stay in the zodiac? What about eating, pissing and shitting?

Thanks, I have done a maximum of 7 kms during a good 3 hours including several photo and filming stops. Felt quite fed up at the end, but if forced to and after some testing in the Zodiac I should have been able to add another hour. Urinating and defecation were not an issue during that „short“ mission, but drinking and nutrition were. Since then I got some nutritional liquid to drink while wearing a gasmask. I haven’t yet used this while in the Zodiak but did a gasmask march/hike of 32 kms in 5 hours with successfully refueling on my path without ever lifting the mask.

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What kind of experience would you say is needed to be a street medic? Do you think a lifeguard qualification would suffice?

We’re not sure what kind of first aid is required for life guard certification so we can’t call it but we’d strongly recommend people take wilderness first aid courses, since they are designed to give you the skills you’ll need if an ambulance/hospital is not immediately accessible, which can happen if you’re in a bad street situation/political action. We had a bunch of street medic tips on our previous blog before tumblr arbitrarily deleted it without reason or explanation (thanks tumblr!), but we’ve dug it up and here is what we said when asked last year: By Popular Demand - Street Medic Tips! OK, y’all asked for it so here are some tips we got from one of our street medic pals: 1) Well, first off, for buying supplies, always go with generics. they do the same damn thing and you get more of them for the cost. Buy tampons and pads alongside regular gauze bandages, they’re excellent for dealing w puncture wounds. carry duct tape and plastic bags. the plastic bags will help w sucking chest wounds, tape three sides to the skin to prevent the wound from sucking air in the wrong way. but you won’t encounter much of that. 2) Carry sunscreen, pref. in a spray bottle. in fact, combating fatigue and sunstroke should be a priority (this changes seasonally). I recommend looking up switchel and making a bit of that, and recommending each person take a little glug of it after they’ve come to see you for water a couple times. loss of electrolytes from sweat is no joke. switchell is just a mix of vinegar, lemon juice, honey, boiled and steeped ginger, water, and add a healthy pinch of iodized salt. Kept farmers alive so… 3) Keep your things in easy access containers. so, have bandages be in a fairly waterproof container that you can access, wound prep stuff in another, cleaners in another, etc. you don’t need to have everything in one case. Also, if you plan on doctoring, you’re sitting out any scraps for the day, tbh. Your effectiveness is reliant on not being arrested or being kept from helping people. so, depending on the situ, no face covering beyond surgical masks, making oneself visible, not clobbering fash..which believe me, it’s a pain in the ass to not be in the thick of it, but your job is to stabilize people enough that they can make it home/ to the hospital. 4) Take as many first aid classes as possible. absorb as much information from as many sources as possible. and make it clear you’re not a licensed professional so you don’t get sued for trying to help anyone (note that in some areas you provided medical assistance is protected by “good Samaritan” laws). Especially useful are wilderness first aid classes, which train you about what to do in any situation where medical aid is not immediately accessible. 5) Look into those simple water bottle gasmasks for people your stabilizing in case of residual teargas on the wind. Those sorts of makeshift gasmasks/respirators aren’t going to do a lot to protect you in the thick of it, but it makes your job easier if the person isn’t inhaling an irritant. 6) Assess the situation. if the person can be moved, get them to somewhere sheltered and away from the action. preferably, you have people with you to facilitate this, then you can have a few ppl in a row that you’re working on, having volunteers applying pressure to wounds for the requisite 15 minutes or so. 7) Having a few people to help limp folks over to a central area is super useful in theory, then you can maximize effectiveness in helping folks. Superglue is also useful for closing seriously bad wounds, but only in dire circumstances. Stuff’s a bit toxic. Only use it if the person seems like they’re gonna die. Saline wound wash is great, btw. Get it in a spray bottle. Aloe vera gel is good for minor burns so you can smack it on and bolt. 8) If you absolutely positively HAVE to put a tourniquet on, make sure that the time (with AM or PM and date) is clearly labeled in sharpie in several places so when the poor sod gets handed off to a professional they know what’s up. don’t want them to lose an arm. MAKE SURE IT’S IN MULTIPLE PLACES, AND INCLUDE AM OR PM AND MAYBE EVEN THE DATE. Also, don’t try to cauterize wounds. it never works. as tempting as it is to carry rum for numbing, don’t. it’s just an easy arrest for the pigs.9) It’s honestly not too worth it to dispense actual medicines, but that’s mostly my opinion. the most you can get away with is aspirin and other over the counter pain meds. maybe some allergy stuff just in case. Speaking of, make sure you ask the person about any allergies a couple times as you get started, they’re likely in a bit of shock, and you need to be sure you don’t accidentally kill someone through some obscure allergy. Always use non latex, just to be safe. I know it’s a pain.10) Seriously though, can’t emphasize enough that besides the medical stuff, bandages, bandage scissors, cleaning stuff etc. Some of the most important essentials you can bring are duct tape, pads, tampons, water and sunscreen. Wear a hat. The sun can and will kill you dead. And on electrolytes again, sports drinks should be avoided. they suck donkey dick and don’t really work. They’ll just dry you out. switchel or similar stuff if you can make it. recipes pretty loose, so just go for it. 11) Please get trained/ certified in as much stuff as possible. try to get folks to help you out as well. Here’s an organization that does wilderness medical training in North America. Obv. the more the better. every person carrying a bit of water. thirst is a shite indicator of need 4 water. Once your thirsty, omae wa mou shindeiru. Take a sip of room temp water every twenty mins or so. also, don’t drink cold water if you’ve been out bashing fash. you’ll puke because your body’s fucked up like that. SUNSCREEN! 12) If anyone wants to get free training to get started as a street medic, google search “stop the bleed.” Every major U.S. hospital has funding for this. Even if you can’t make it to trainings, THEY WILL COME TO YOU. Just get a group of friends, email the instructor and set up a time and location. After you take the course, you can register to teach it yourself! Spread the knowledge, spread the skill! 13) Two first aid manuals you might want to look at: -Wilderness & Rescue Medicine (Jeffrey E. Isaac, PA-C & David E. Johnson, MD; 2013, Jones & Bartlet Learning) -The Field Guide Of Wilderness & Rescue Medicine (Jim Morrissey, EMT-P, WEMT, with David Johnson, MD; 2017, Wilderness Medical Associates) (Spanish version here!) 14) Want to know more? Google “street medic training.” You might be surprised with what you come up with!

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Tinder AU David on Deployment

Tinder AU: David on deployment, Gwen makes a choice.

TW: suicide vest, Dear John, Torture, guns, blood, just general violence

A/N Well my post about cutting some content from this chapter only got likes so i assume you all want to see it...as such head the trigger warnings...and be aware my Davids tend to be less happy go lucky, espiecally when he is working so bear that in mind...and dont yell at me

Gwen and David were in a very fancy Restaurant; across from the couple was Gwen’s parents they were asking him “so David…you have to travel a lot for your job?”

David nodded “I Go where I’m sent…”

Gwen’s mom asked “so you can be called away at short notice?”

David sighed “That depends…”

Gwen’s dad accused “so you are not here When Gwen needs you!?”

Gwen demanded “Dad!”

David smiled “it’s ok Gwen…it is a fair question…your right I will not always be here…but when I am Gwen is the most important Person.”

Gwen’s mom was about to respond when David’s phone started to beep, He answered it as Gwen’s parents glared saying “Go for Greenwood…”

David nodded “yes Sir…be there soon.”

Gwen said quietly “you have to go?”

David nodded sadly “Yea there is a…situation…”

David turned to Gwen’s parent’s “It was nice to meet you…”

Gwen’s dad sneered “I’m sure it was.”

David kissed Gwen’s cheek before leaving, as soon as he was gone The Santos parent’s sighed and said “Gwen we want to talk to you about this relationship…”

Chicago Illinois:

The plane landed as the team stepped onto the runway where a Detective was waiting saying “You the folks from the Army?”

David’s CO Smiled as she pointed everyone in turn starting with herself “Hammerhead, Whipperwell, Nomad, Cool Breeze.”

The Detective sighed “right no names…look we have no idea if this is legit or some gang banger trying to talk themselves up.”

Hammerhead said casually as the team loaded there bags “they sent us Detective…someone thinks it is legit.”

Fort Bragg, North Carolina:

Gwen slammed her door yelling to the couple on the other side “I am not giving up my future for him!”

Gwen’s mom said “Gwen you need to focus on you…you should finish this experiment and date a nice young man…your father and I have some ideas…”

Gwen groaned “are you really trying to get me to dump David so you can set me up with someone your more comfortable being seen with!?”

Gwen’s dad sighed “there are 3 doctors in this family! Do you really want to drag us down by including a Solider?” he spoke the last word as if it had personally kicked his dog.

Gwen groaned “Go away!”

Her parent’s walked away saying “this conversation is not over young Lady!”

Gwen plucked onto the couch laying her head in Lilly’s lap who was pretending to not hear the whole thing Gwen grumbled “Kill me.”

Lilly chuckled “I’m not exactly qualified…but I can always ask one of David’s coworkers.” She teased

Gwen grumbled “don’t say things like that…They already hate him…”

Lilly sighed “right, sorry.”

Gwen sighed “what am I going to do…I wish I could talk to David he always has the right thing to say.”

Lilly stroked her hair saying “Just relax…maybe watch some TV?”

Chicago Illinois:

David sighed as they drove through the snow saying “nice place…”

The detective chuckled “yea we just got over a blizzard.”

Hammerhead sighed dramatically saying “Great…our briefing was a bit Vague on the situation on the ground here…just some group of hoods are telling anyone who will listen they got their hands on a chemical weapon.”

The detective nodded “the Attica 99, they are mostly in Drug running and have been fighting another gang for years.”

Jasper asked “tell us about them…there leader.”

The detective sighed “Carlos Mendoza, classic piece of work thinks he is the next Al Copone.”

David shook his head “that’s always a good sign…”

The detective nodded “he was the one that started bragging about how they get something big from overseas at first we figured it was some new drug shipment, then we started picking up chatter that they got there hands on a chemical weapon that they want to use to send a Message.”

Hammerhead nodded “where do they hang out, we need to take the temperature.”

The Detective sighed “they own a night club on the east side…”

David asked “you got anyone in custody we can talk to?”

The Detective nodded “a couple…”

Hammerhead smiled “good thinking Nomad, you would stand out in the club anyway.”

Jasper said “I will tag along.”

Hammerhead smiled “right then me and Wipperwell will check out the club.”

The car pulled up to their Safe house.

Police station:

David and Jasper arrived wearing suits at the station walking up to reception David smiled saying “hello, I have an appointment.”

The desk officer asked “can I have your name?”

David smiled “Nomad and Cool Breeze.”

The desk officer chuckled saying “is this a prank.”

Jasper looked at her saying “humor us.”

The officer typed before looking up “uhh the bullpen is that way.”

David smiled at her “thank you Ma’am.”

Jasper shot the officer a wink as they entered the bull pen, David saying “so who exactly do we talk to?”

A detective walked up to them saying “so your…the guys…” she looked around before saying “from the Army?”

Jasper smiled “that’s us.”

David shook his head “Nomad and Cool Breeze Ma’am.”

The detective said “Sasha Daniels.” holding out her hand which was quickly shook.

Jasper said “so if there someone we can talk to?”

Sasha nodded leading them towards the cell “yep I need to be in there to make sure you don’t…”

David blinked “what start waterboarding him?…we don’t do that…”

Jasper added “usually.” With a playful smile

Tabii muttered “sure.”

David opened the door and inside was a rather burley looking man who simply said “I’m not telling you anything fuzz.”

David sat down across from him with jasper leaning on the table as David smiled “Fuzz now I have not been called that before.”

Jasper nodded “nether have I.”

David shrugged “it helps that we are not cops.”

The guy asked “what?”

David reached onto his jacket pocket pulling out a large folder saying “today is your lucky day friend.”

Jasper smiled “you see we are salesman, we sell vacations.”

The man said louder “what the…”

David nodded “that’s right we sell vacations to unpleasant folks such as yourself and today we are having a fire sale, an all-expense paid trip to Cuba.”

Jasper nodded saying “yep a nice free trip to beautiful Guantanamo Bay Cuba.”

David smiled “and you are likely wondering what you did to earn such a wonderful trip to what do the kids call it?”

Jasper adds helpfully “Gitmo I think?”

David snapped his fingers “that’s right…” placing a badge on the table

The guy said “This a trick?” looking at the badge then at Tabii

Tabii shook her head saying “there for real.”

The guy blinked saying “department of defense…”

David smiled “you’re playing with the big kids now.”

The guy sighed “look maybe I dealt some drugs…”

Jasper clicked his tongue “Nomad do we care about drugs?”

David said “drugs are bad, but that’s not why we are here.”

Jasper nods “no it is not…you see the reason you’re not already on a plane to your new vacation home is because you can maybe tell us something useful.”

The guy bulked up “I aint no snitch.”

David sighed “you and your friends caught our attention when you started telling anyone who would listen that you have a chemical weapon and plan to use it…not the greatest idea.”

Jasper nodded “you see now you and your buddies are on a watch list… And Nomad what do we do to people on watch lists?”

David leaned back saying “well Cool Breeze…we don’t do a lot of watching,” The subtext being conveyed easily.

The guy eyes went wide as Jasper said “that’s right, you see all of your other crimes are thoroughly none of our business but chemical weapons…” Jasper Whistled

David shook his head “it is not a good look for you…and your buddies…but if you talk to us about the weapons maybe the locals deal with you and not us.”

The guy sighed “how do I know you’re legit and won’t send me to Gitmo or worse?”

Jasper smiled “that’s easy we release to the capable hands of Sasha here who sends you to normal prison.”

The guy sighed “alright here is what I know.”

Safehouse:

David finished briefing saying “that’s what our new friend told us…”

Hammerhead nodded “that lines up with what we saw in the club, lots of guards well-armed but badly trained, we can take em easy but there are Civs around.”

Jasper shrugged “they should make a B line for the exits as soon as the flashes go off.”

David sighed “what about the weapons we will be wearing Hazmats but if they go off it would be bad for the neighborhood.”

Hammerhead smiled “Skylight…Nomad you take the boss as we breach the bottom floor and move for the weapons.”

Wipper well asked “Level of force?”

Hammer head nodded “we have been given the nod, no kid gloves, lethal force that said the DOD does not want any Civ bodies”

David chuckled “so check our shots.”

Next night:

David adjusted his hazmat Suit a gasmask resting on his forehead as he stood on the roof top next to the club an Mp5 hanging over his chest, Sasha sighed “wow I always thought you guys only dress like that in the movies.”

David chuckled with a shrug “nothing wrong with living up to some stereotype’s, listen this will be loud and they are going to be rather panicked People running out of that building.”

Sasha nodded “we can handle that.”

David’s radio cracked to life as Hammerhead said “Nomad we are on approach.”

David fired Sasha a smile before pulling down his gas mask saying “On my way.” David picked up a breach charge jumping to the next building as Tabii Climbed down from the building.

The Bass of the music pounded in David’s ears as he said “Green,” Placing the breach charge on the skylight after securing his rappel lines.

Hammerhead said “On my count…3, 2, 1 Execute Execute Execute.”

David blew the charge throwing a flashbang into the room as he rappelled into the VIP area of the club, he landed staring down the boss he saw a goon coming from his left and shoot him dead before pointing his gun back at the boss saying “Hands in the Air now!”

David heard gunshots screaming and more flashbangs going off and a woman to his left came into view he scanned ready to shoot her but saw she was only holding a phone he switched back to the boss saying “get those hands up!” his voice muffled by the gas mask.

The boss pulled out a small device and David didn’t Hesitate shooting the boss dead, he detached himself from his rope reloading his Magazine before walked up to the dead man flipping him over before he looking at the picture of Mendoza before saying “Hammerhead, Dry hole…I repeat Mendoza is not on site.”

He saw the woman clearly filming him saying with a sigh “Ma’am you need to vacate,” Before saying on his radio “Hammer head I’m moving your way.”

David moved down the stairs shooting some gang members that tried to get the drop on him before approaching basement calling “coming in!”

Hammerhead turned around Gasmask on her forehead “come on in.”

David entered seeing the “chemical weapon” David pulled up his Gas mask “this a joke ma’am?”

In front of them was pallet of Axe body spray, Jasper sighed “unless they planned to Axe bomb that enemy crew then maybe they moved it.”

Whipper well held up a tester saying “it was here, who knows how long ago.”

Jasper made an over here whistle, David shook his head “how about that.”

Inside were a lot of weapons, ranging from Glocks to AK’s

Hammerhead sighed “The locals can handle these weapons; we need to fall back and figure out our next move.” The team pulled on the gas masks before leaving the building.

North Carolina:

Gwen was sitting in her dorm before her phone started to light up with crazy amount of messages all having variations on the question “is that David?”

Gwen chuckled “this should be dumb.” She clicked the link and was sent to YouTube video titled “No police raid I ever saw.” With 8 million views, Gwen sighed “I swear if I get rick rolled.”

Gwen clicked Play and was treated to a typical club video of some kind with people dancing to some music about thirty seconds passed before there was an explosion glass rained from the ceiling as people started screaming the camera person saw a cylinder hit the ground before there was a flash the Person holding the camera was clearly blinded as a man in all black wearing a gasmask dropped from the ceiling, the Camera watched him scan firing his weapon and the camera followed someone who fell against the wall dead blood flying everywhere before the man in the gasmask turned on a man in the middle room calling “Hands in the air Now!”

The camera stepped forward and the man in the gasmask pointed there weapon at them briefly before turning back to the man in the center of the room “Get those hands up!” his voice muffled by the gas mask.

The man looked to be holding something and without a second of pause the guy in the gasmask shot hit dead the weapon was so loud Gwen almost gasped as it was finished with the light Klink of the shell casings hit the floor. The Gasmask wearing man unclipped himself from his ropes reloading his weapon flipping over the body and looking at a picture shaking his head he said something that Gwen could not hear over the chaos before turning around looking directly at the person filming saying voice muffled by the gas mask “you need to vacate ma’am.”

Gwen watched the Green eyes behind the gas mask and the way the guy wearing the mask said ma’am Gwen mouth opened “Holy fuck…”

The video kept filming all through the evacuation before ending. Gwen sent back her mouth wide open as she paused “I knew what he does…but seeing it…”

Gwen stood up walking over to the trashcan before vomiting.

Chicago Illinois:

David sat on a chair still in full gear his eyes closed as he napped, they were waiting for their local contacts to tell them if they heard anything when they heard coming to the door there was a knock and David pulled out his Glock as he nodded to Jasper who opened the door, Sasha walked in seeing the armed David who lowered his gun saying “Should I come back later?” food in her hand.

Hammerhead smiled saying “come on in Detective.”

Sasha entered and saw the inside of the safe house covered in photos and other documents about the team’s target. Sasha smiled carefully “nice place…”

Whipper well laughed “better than our normal safe houses.”

Sasha chuckled “somehow I believe it…”

David asked “what do you have for us?”

Sasha smiled putting down the subs saying “your raid has had the desired effect, Attica 99 have gone to ground, and we have rounded up the majority of their leadership from the club.”

Jasper asked “and the Weapon?”

Sasha sighed “most of the guys we grabbed said the same thing, it should have been in the basement of the club, and they are just as shocked as we are that it wasn’t there.”

David asked “we believe them?”

Sasha paused “some BS’ing us I buy…but all of them…especially after what they saw I don’t buy it you put the fear of god into them…”

Hammerhead sighed “did we learn anything.”

Sasha nodded “Mustard gas…what they stole us 800 metric liters of mustard gas.”

South Carolina:

Gwen tossed and turned as she watched the assault over and over again, the brutality the coldness of it was getting to her…and just for a second she started to wonder…maybe my folks are right about him.

Chicago:

David sat in a car with Sasha looking at an apartment around the corner from him, David was in passenger with Sasha behind the wheel, and David had his eyes closed as Sasha cleared her throat “soo Nomad…”

David opened his eyes “Target sighted?”

Sasha asked “Target?”

David frowned before slapping his head “sorry old habits…”

Sasha frowned “I think it is telling…”

David sighed “do I want to…”

Sasha interrupted saying “Judging from your assault you’re not big on taking people alive.”

David countered “I am trained to fight wars Detective not fight crime.” Peering through binoculars

Sasha nodded “right…so is there a Miss Nomad?”

David dodged saying “do you see a ring?”

Sasha countered “I don’t know your name; I don’t think it is a stretch for you not wearing your ring.”

David lied unconvincingly “I am an only child, with no family, no friends and no romantic attachments.”

Sasha laughed “they really make you say that?”

David chuckled “no names, we really going to talk about my personal life?”

Sasha said with triumph “You do have a personal life.”

David sighed “the life I have is the Mission, it comes first…always does…”

South Carolina:

Gwen was starting to question her relationship, as she looked at her phone all of her texts to David un answered as he deployed…somewhere, Gwen opened to email again looking at it…unsure what to do, it was a big chance but then again she would have to leave David…she began to look it over again.”

Chicago, safe house:

David briefed “we have been sitting on the girlfriend’s house for almost two weeks, but we finally got a sighting of him…”

Showing a photo of Mendoza taking out the trash, Hammer head said “the Pentagon give us the go, we want him alive to have a long chat…we move in tonight.”

South Carolina:

Gwen had mauled it over before she hit the call button “Miss Santo’s have you considered our offer?”

Gwen nodded “yes I have decided to accept it.”

The voice sounded happy “glad to hear it Professor, you will need to move here…will that be an issue?”

Gwen paused before saying “Not at all.” Gwen ended the call and sat back.

Gwen quickly put her stuff in a truck heading for Seattle, before she clutched the key heading for David’s apartment.

David’s apartment Fort Bragg:

Gwen let herself in seeing that the home had not been occupied in some time, she took the case she brought carefully putting away all of her stuff, she placed a note on the kitchen table before saying out loud “sorry David.” Leaving her key on the table she locked the door and walked away not looking back.

Chicago:

David lowered his night vision goggles over his gasmask as they crept towards the apartment, the team carefully opened the lobby quickly clearing the darked building as they advanced up the stairs, coming to apartment 27, the one owned by Mendoza’s Girlfriend, they stacked up on the door as Hammer head counted down with her fingers “3,2,1.”

At one Whipperwell used a breaching hammer bashing open the door, the team flew in shouting “on the floor!”

A baby cried as David and Jasper wrestled the surprised Mendoza to the ground David demanded “where is it!”

Mendoza responded “you’re too late.”

Hammerhead sighed “Whipper well let’s check on the girl friend.”

David and Jasper lifted there masks with David asking “what are you smiling about?”

David was answered with the yell of one word “avalanche!”

University of Seattle:

Gwen shook hands with the English department head saying “happy you were able to join us on such short notice Professor.”

Gwen smiled “happy to be here.”

The department head “lets show you to your office.”

Chicago:

Sasha saw David and jasper drag Mendoza out of the smoking apartment, Sasha Asked “nomad…what happened?”

David pulled out a sat phone as Jasper growled “this son of a bitch rigged up his girlfriend with an S vest…clacked it off.”

Sasha blinked “are you saying…”

Jasper nodded “turned his Girlfriend into a suicide bomber, took out herself, her baby, Hammer head and Whipper well.”

Jasper adding“and apparently he already planted the gas.”

Sasha swore “that sick fuck!”

David nodded “yes sir…I understand what the president is authorizing…no sir…no qualms about it…yes sir the Mission comes first,”

Sasha paused “Nomad…”

David stated “pentagon have told us the gloves are off He has been declared an enemy combatant…”

Sasha asked “what are you saying?”

David said simply “Take a walk…”

Mendoza smile faded “wait, I’m not going into police custody?”

Jasper opened the van back doors as David repeated “take a walk.”

Sasha asked “what are you going to do to him?”

David clenched his fists “nothing we have not done before.”

Mendoza said “wait you can’t, I killed some of them…there is no telling what they do to me.”

Sasha paused before nodding saying “right…”

David threw him into the van saying coldly “enjoy your walk.”

Warehouse: TW torture

David dragged Mendoza to a chair in the middle of the warehouse, where surrounding them where a variety of tools, David said coldly “Tell us where the gas is.” Jasper picked up a wretch.

Mendoza said “I want a lawyer!”

David sighed “wrong answer” Nodding at jasper, who swung the wrench at Mendoza’s left pointer finger breaking it the blow causing to man scream in pain.

David said again “where is the gas Mendoza? You have 9 more fingers.”

Mendoza breathed out “I am not telling you anything!”

David nodded again and jasper broke his middle finger as Mendoza screamed “Fuck Fuck stop stop!”

David glared “this ends as soon as you tell me what I want to know.”

Mendoza sighed “fine…your mom is a whore!”

David sighed “do the entire hand.”

Jasper swung wretch breaking the entirety of his left hand, David said “you want to survive this you piece of garbage? Then tell us!”

Mendoza groaned “I won’t tell you anything!”

David grabbed a car battery and jumper cables sparking the object, as jasper throw a bucket of water on him “tell us and this ends.”

Mendoza groaned as David touched his body with the cables delivering a severe shock the man swore “fuck ok…wiggly alright the baseball game…those punks from fifth street have their meetings there, we are going to take them out in the game.”

Jasper groaned “along with thousands of others!”

Mendoza groaned “that’s war…”

Jasper looked like he was going to hit him again but David stopped him “Cool Breeze…The Mission isn’t over…we need to call Sasha.”

Mendoza groaned “you can’t stop it.”

David ignored him as he called Sasha saying “wiggly stadium, and send an ambulance to the following address…”

Station:

David signed the paperwork to get his team released from the morgue as Sasha said “so I visited Mendoza in the hospital…well as much as I could considering the Feds waiting to ship him off.”

David put down the clip board “oh what did you learn?”

Sasha paused “he must have fallen down one hell of a flight of stairs” she half joked

David responded coldly “whatever the mission allows.”

Sasha nodded “the pentagon…they told you to do that?”

David answered “they wanted the gloves off…that’s what it looks like have a nice life detective.”

David left the station and never looked back

Fort Bragg:

David sighed as Miller debriefed saying “Master Sargent…you did good work.”

David shook his head “we took casualties sir…the mission was off from day one.”

Miller nodded “indeed, but you are Sargent Fronds managed ok, you have been given the command, of the team.”

David paused before saying “thank you sir…”

Miller Smiled “you have to new members joining you soon, the first is your tech expert, Warrant officer Tabii Gordon, Her call sign is Redcap,” Sliding over a file before adding “and fresh out of selection, Corporal Gaylord Nurfington his call sign is Dirt Diver”

David crocked an eyebrow “Gaylord?”

Miller smiled “his friends call him Nurf.”

David took the files “thank you sir.”

Miller reinterred “You did good work son…go home and get some rest.”

David nodding grabbing his files and going home.

David’s apartment:

David opened the door, sighing as he entered trying to put on a smile not let the mission get to him he put his key in the dish saying aloud “Gwen you home?...it’s me David…”

David then said aloud “well I guess you would figure that…considering this is my apartment.”

David felt his hair stand up on the back of his neck, his Instinct’s saying there was something wrong, he reached for his gun moving for the bedroom, taking a deep breath he threw the door open quickly clearing the empty room, David moved quickly clearing the bathroom. Before lowering his weapon his heart pounding before he saw it, the note and the key on the table.

David put his weapon away picking up the note feeling his stomach turn as he recognized Gwen’s handwriting.

David opened the note reading:

David…I’m sorry that I can’t do this in person, but with you being sent away right in the middle of that dinner, forced me to come to a conclusion that maybe I am not cut for this life…being with you, watching the news every night wondering if I will see your face as a casualty in some country, or get a knock on my door or a call saying that you died and they can’t tell me where or how just that you are a hero. And they are right you are a hero David…but your also in a messy business…I saw a video from your recent deployment…I saw you kill two people with no mercy not hesitation. That is the type of person you are, I guess I always knew after our first when you shot that man, but I didn’t want to read that writing on the wall…I know who you are David I know you would never hurt anyone who was not trying to hurt you, but frankly it all comes down to one question, and I decided not to give you a chance to answer it, the question is what do you love more your job or me…and I already know the answer…the mission always comes first for you David…so I took a job somewhere else…you will never see me again…goodbye David…stay safe

-Gwen

David dropped the note holding his head in his hands before reaching over to this phone to call Gwen before met with a simple “the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected.”

David look down feeling the tears welling on his face before his phone buzzed, he reeled himself in saying with a simple “go for Greenwood…Yes sir, not an issue at all.”

David placed the note on the table grabbing his go bag and left the apartment.

A/N:

So Gwen dumped David after his team died and he is now in charge...will they stay apart...Not sure...maybe, maybe some thing will happen at her old school, what i do know is that there will be some Jaspvid Brotp and David driving into his work until his team pulls him out...but no need to worry about that, the next chapter will probably be tamer, but i debated showing Jasper and David torturing that guy for a long time, they was build up with the waterboarding joke, but considered just not showing it cutting to the scene after, but decided to make the audience have conflicted feelings about David, possibly even Side with Gwen who just dumped him...but i don’t want David to be a crazy guy so i wrote in The Pentagon Ordering it clearly, but enough talk...tell me what you thought of this chapter, and of that scene, weather it was done well, or felt gratuitous...this chapter has been done for like a week before i decided to publish, anyway stay safe

#Gwenvid #TinderAU #Dear john #TW:Torture #tw:suicide bomber #tw: chemical weapons

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lifegiantmedia · 4 years

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FACEMOJI, another alternative add in App for iOS, if you want more detail control of your personal, “Animoji”. Designed around the Stylings of TikTok, with Video capture of your surroundings, background etc, while replacing your face for your “FACEMOJI”, you should find plenty of settings to keep busy. I’m a bit more conservative than most, but I did have fun here adding a Rebreather / Gasmask, ( of which there are playful styles also), as well as many alternative things to add anywhere to your AnimAvatar, so you speak. There’s cool face paint from simple hearts, X and O’s, a teardrop for hardcore users, eye black for sports fans, and a bunch of unique entire costume face paint motifs. Needless to say you won’t be running out of choices before you you run out the needed points,( gained simply by use, sharing, logging in,( this get up, cost me about 8400 points of which I had 11,000+ already banked since upgrading to the 11ProMax 4 months Ago. So have it, every photo, video story you share allows (just like Facebook), hashtags, titles, drawing, auto tuning, effect overlays, and colorific stylings. Apples Animoji is an excellant way of expression that seems to pass even in a professional level. I’ve enjoyed recording video clips that mirror my facial movements quite accurately. However I’ve been vocal about the need for more of the basic choices starting out. Things such as Head shape, hairstyles, eye shapes etc. Glasses, although with the latest iOS update there were great improvements to those areas. Undeniable as well is Apples seemless integration of the selfie camera to capture your Tru to life expressions. I’ve created Animoji’s for my wife, son, mother in law, and myself, even a couple non-tech friends. All said and done, the likenesses are uncanny, and having tried other apps that some force the entire body in the App, or don’t allow for selfie recording, FACEMOJI, has been one of the few Alternatives I’ve actually been able to utilize. NOTE: Each app seems to have a weird ‘GENERIC IDINTITY”, until you start to shape it up, that said the end result here in FACEMOJI is very acceptable, but I must point out, the Default Starting points seem very feminine, and (sorry I call it like I’m seeing it), quite ethnic. In the end I feel you can massage a fine likeness, but it is kinda weird as you go, seeing distinct styling choices that are a “little freaky”..... BUT, I’m very adventurous. As is the case my first was scary face paint, insane clown pose”Esk”, (I Think), quite Feminine Face. My wife certainly freaked out, so there’s a definite ability to be very adventurous with a persona, and I see that as an attraction to many users. In any case, there’s a lot to this App, and I recommend a download, it’s a great video persona type live view avatar, for those who are shy in front a camera. Users just starting Twitter Chats, or VideoCasts, live streaming, it’s kinda cool, •••Remember if you lose the camera focus lock, your face pops up in live time, just a NOTE to anyone looking to create a true DIFFERENT PERSONA. Good luck have fun, enjoy!!

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antifainternational · 6 years

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By Popular Demand - Street Medic Tips!

OK, y’all asked for it so here are some tips we got from one of our street medic pals: 1) Well, first off, for buying supplies, always go with generics. they do the same damn thing and you get more of them for the cost. Buy tampons and pads alongside regular gauze bandages, they're excellent for dealing w puncture wounds. carry duct tape and plastic bags. the plastic bags will help w sucking chest wounds, tape three sides to the skin to prevent the wound from sucking air in the wrong way. but you won't encounter much of that. 2) Carry sunscreen, pref. in a spray bottle. in fact, combating fatigue and sunstroke should be a priority (this changes seasonally). I recommend looking up switchel and making a bit of that, and recommending each person take a little glug of it after they've come to see you for water a couple times. loss of electrolytes from sweat is no joke. switchell is just a mix of vinegar, lemon juice, honey, boiled and steeped ginger, water, and add a healthy pinch of iodized salt. Kept farmers alive so... 3) Keep your things in easy access containers. so, have bandages be in a fairly waterproof container that you can access, wound prep stuff in another, cleaners in another, etc. you don't need to have everything in one case. Also, if you plan on doctoring, you're sitting out any scraps for the day, tbh. Your effectiveness is reliant on not being arrested or being kept from helping people. so, depending on the situ, no face covering beyond surgical masks, making oneself visible, not clobbering fash..which believe me, it's a pain in the ass to not be in the thick of it, but your job is to stabilize people enough that they can make it home/ to the hospital. 4) Take as many first aid classes as possible. absorb as much information from as many sources as possible. and make it clear you're not a licensed professional so you don't get sued for trying to help anyone (note that in some areas you provided medical assistance is protected by “good Samaritan” laws). Especially useful are wilderness first aid classes, which train you about what to do in any situation where medical aid is not immediately accessible. 5) Look into those simple water bottle gasmasks for people your stabilizing in case of residual teargas on the wind. Those sorts of makeshift gasmasks/respirators aren't going to do a lot to protect you in the thick of it, but it makes your job easier if the person isn't inhaling an irritant. 6) Assess the situation. if the person can be moved, get them to somewhere sheltered and away from the action. preferably, you have people with you to facilitate this, then you can have a few ppl in a row that you're working on, having volunteers applying pressure to wounds for the requisite 15 minutes or so. 7) Having a few people to help limp folks over to a central area is super useful in theory, then you can maximize effectiveness in helping folks. Superglue is also useful for closing seriously bad wounds, but only in dire circumstances. Stuff’s a bit toxic. Only use it if the person seems like they're gonna die. Saline wound wash is great, btw. Get it in a spray bottle. Aloe vera gel is good for minor burns so you can smack it on and bolt. 8) If you absolutely positively HAVE to put a tourniquet on, make sure that the time (with AM or PM and date) is clearly labeled in sharpie in several places so when the poor sod gets handed off to a professional they know what's up. don't want them to lose an arm. MAKE SURE IT'S IN MULTIPLE PLACES, AND INCLUDE AM OR PM AND MAYBE EVEN THE DATE. Also, don't try to cauterize wounds. it never works. as tempting as it is to carry rum for numbing, don't. it's just an easy arrest for the pigs.

9) It's honestly not too worth it to dispense actual medicines, but that's mostly my opinion. the most you can get away with is aspirin and other over the counter pain meds. maybe some allergy stuff just in case. Speaking of, make sure you ask the person about any allergies a couple times as you get started, they're likely in a bit of shock, and you need to be sure you don't accidentally kill someone through some obscure allergy. Always use non latex, just to be safe. I know it's a pain.

10) Seriously though, can't emphasize enough that besides the medical stuff, bandages, bandage scissors, cleaning stuff etc. Some of the most important essentials you can bring are duct tape, pads, tampons, water and sunscreen. Wear a hat. The sun can and will kill you dead. And on electrolytes again, sports drinks should be avoided. they suck donkey dick and don't really work. They'll just dry you out. switchel or similar stuff if you can make it. recipes pretty loose, so just go for it. 11) Please get trained/ certified in as much stuff as possible. try to get folks to help you out as well. Here’s an organization that does wilderness medical training in North America. Obv. the more the better. every person carrying a bit of water. thirst is a shite indicator of need 4 water. Once your thirsty, omae wa mou shindeiru. Take a sip of room temp water every twenty mins or so. also, don't drink cold water if you've been out bashing fash. you'll puke because your body's fucked up like that. SUNSCREEN! 12) If anyone wants to get free training to get started as a street medic, google search "stop the bleed." Every major U.S. hospital has funding for this. Even if you can't make it to trainings, THEY WILL COME TO YOU. Just get a group of friends, email the instructor and set up a time and location. After you take the course, you can register to teach it yourself! Spread the knowledge, spread the skill! 13) Three first aid manuals you might want to look at: -Wilderness & Rescue Medicine (Jeffrey E. Isaac, PA-C & David E. Johnson, MD; 2013, Jones & Bartlet Learning) -The Field Guide Of Wilderness & Rescue Medicine (Jim Morrissey, EMT-P, WEMT, with David Johnson, MD; 2017, Wilderness Medical Associates) (Spanish version here!)

-Riot Medicine (H ̊akan Geijer, Creative Commons, May 5, 2020), available as a free pdf here. 14) Want to know more? Google “street medic training.” You might be surprised with what you come up with!

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